So, Friday I was all fired up for my MILF weigh-in and the PBN blog blast on finding time to exercise and a chance to win some new Ryka clothes. Obviously, it didn't happen. Gman was in charge of the kids, I was playing in the golf tournament at work, the weather was coolish, and I firmly believe the adage that the worst day at the golf course is still better than the best day at work. Since I had kids though its not something I have time to do more than once or twice a year. I knew I'd get home early and have a little down time to myself where I could get my post done, still high from a day on the links. Yeah, you know the commercial, well...not exactly.
I played the best golf of my life. I expected my team to carry me, unfortunately it was the other way around and the best golf of MY life is certainly not as good as a lot of people. I was consistently straight and relatively where I needed to be. My team mates were all over the course. We had a good time, we started drinking about 10AM, only a couple of beers but we were loose and relaxed. Then on the fifth hole I got stung by a yellow jacket. The SOB apparently flew up the leg of my shorts and stung me on the inner thigh. Oh. my. gosh. It hurt like a big dog! I haven't been stung in a long, long time and I will pass on getting stung again. Ever. I ended up with a big red blotch the size of a pancake. Fortunately it didn't hurt my game. It just hurt. By the time I got home I just wanted to soak in a hot bath and take a short nap before I got PDQ off the bus. Why does the time pass SO quickly when you are alone?
Saturday I went to the gym, swimming and then the new exercise bikes with the cool handle bars that move, gears that change and a TV screen to watch yourself ride against other people. I swam 1000 yards, biked about 8 miles and came home to soak. My leg was still pretty tender. Then it was a quick couple of loads of laundry and off to soccer. Then home, pack up the kids and shipped them off to Es for the night. She volunteered to have a sleepover AND she made dinner reservations for us and paid the tab. Everyone needs a friend like that. Thanks Es! We went to Pazo in Baltimore and enjoyed each others company and giggled at the snooty waiter dressed all in black with the 'do that obviously took more time than mine. The food was awesome and it was fun to be grown ups and cut meat for no one.
Today was a blur, spinning, church, home to our distaste of a house. I don't know if the girls didn't sleep enough last night but the "no" and "I don't want to's" eventually drove me to scream and yell. I hate to even think about it. I did eventually apologize but it was pretty awful. I don't want to be mean mommy, I am desperate to figure out how to get them to do what needs doin' without resorting to yelling. I am hoping as the routine settles in we'll get back to our normal selves. Please?
So, on Friday the MILF thing wasn't going so well, AF was here and I was up three pounds. No surprise, I could barely get my rings on. After working out 6 times over the course of the week it was darned depressing. Thankfully this morning I was down 3.4 so, chalk up a .4 pound loss for me this week. 70 minutes in the pool and 1900 yards down, 30 minutes walking a little over 2 miles, and 3 hours 10 minutes on the bike, 8 miles covered outside of spin class. I feel amazingly good for all the work.
How do I find time to fit in the training? Getting up at 5:15 AM and heading out to the gym seems to be the ticket for me. I've been doing it for 3 weeks now and it feels like a good rhythm. It used to be after work but now I find that the kids activities fill up that time and if I try to work out too close to bed I can't sleep. Getting old stinks sometimes. If I start the day out with a workout I definitely feel better all day and its easier to climb out of bed, slip into my workout clothes and go than it is to get up and start dealing with the girls first thing in the morning. I also want to try and fit in more fun active stuff with the family, right now its hard though, definitely something for us to work on.